Monday, September 3, 2012

Apple Eyes

I listened to his story
about the time when
he planted his sight
underneath a locust tree
covered the hole
a feckless cure
his vision, entangling
the roots of the tree
he offered me a view
of rapture and ecstasy
and a pair of stars
to sew into my own
he said that he would hallow it out
and feed me from it
a bowl of fish, evolving
into a flowering moon, he lives without
they told me to flee in haste, to
mistrust his infallible word
his animus, to swallow you blind
I shuttered at the thought of him
losing his ariel mind
I listened to the others
waited too long
his gazing eye
lost to the music inside the sphere
I watered the soil
with my own tears
for the man who was
cast into this world
with apple eyes

very cool interaction...he buried his sight...and offered me stars to sew into mine....both really strong images...there are plenty of people out there people just dont understand so they shun them....i am intrigued by his/your story....

Being at one with nature is for most of us a road to far, impossible. However you demonstrate with this poem of wonderful images that is not true that we can regain our place in the world instead of being interlopers, thieves and aliens unfit to be part of it. So much of what you write reinforces this attitude of oneness with the world, your children are so lucky to learn from you.

I want to pick out a favourite piece but, each line is so beautiful that it's hard to choose. There is so much fabulous imagery in all of it. The apple eyes, sewing stars into yours, the locust tree, the trust, the watering the soil with tears.It's all perfectly stunning.